Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 328

“……we won.”

Baek Chun spoke with trembling lips.

Victory.

That Chung Myung finally defeated Shaolin’s Hye Yeon.

“That damn bastard…”

Baek Chun bit his lower lip.

He should have been content.

He should have jumped in the rush of happiness.

But Baek Chun was unable to. Because if he opened his mouth again, his tears would immediately burst.

He bit his lip and clutched the hem of his robe, desperate to keep the tears at bay.

“Sasuk!”

Yoon Jong’s voice, which had grabbed his shoulder, was wet, as if they were all the same.

How worried are they?

Chung Myung is unbeatable.

Mount Hua’s disciples had unwavering faith.

That’s why they were so nervous.

Of course, even if Chung Myung returned defeated, their faith would not falter at all. But it was clear that Chung Myung himself would not accept the defeat.

That is why they desired to win in some way.

They would have suffered more than cut-off knees if the knee of the person who walks silently carrying Mount Hua on that small back was broken.

“…We won, Sasuk! He won!”

Jo Gol shouts with both fists clenched.

“Yes, he won…….”

But at that moment.

Yoo Iseol, who was still looking at the stage, said in a subdued voice.

“… It’s a little different than usual.”

“……Huh?”

Baek Chun looked at her with a curious look.

“What do you mean?”

“…that.”

Yoo Iseol’s face was a little more subtle than usual.

“I’m thinking of a bad idea.”

“…….”

“Huh?”

Baek Chun’s head turned towards the stage.

No- No way?

Heo Dojin couldn’t take his gaze away from Chung Myung, who was pointing his sword at Hye Yeon.

And he doesn’t appear to be the only one who is taken aback.

“… Wasn’t that Buddha’s Light Brilliance (불광보조(佛光普照)) just now?”

“Oh my gosh, he has even learned Buddha’s Light Brilliance, and unfolded it…..”

The Sect Leaders were speechless.

Buddha’s Light Brilliance is considered the best defense martial art of the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art.

Of course, no matter how genius Hye Yeon is, he would not have mastered it perfectly because he was young, but even so, Buddha’s Light Brilliance is Buddha’s Light Brilliance.

But Chung Myung succeeded in breaking through the best defense and kneeled Hye Yeon.

“……There was a real genius.”

“It seems so.”

“Though he was called the world’s best rising star, I thought the reputation was too much….but it felt like the title didn’t quite describe him.”

Praise poured out.

But Heo Dojin was able to read the subtle flow of emotions hidden in words.

Envy.

And shame.

The envy stems from the fact that Shaolin, who spent a lot of money preparing for the Murim Competition, had to hand over the glory to Mount Hua.

And the shame felt by those who were stabbed in the heart after Chung Myung’s remarks. In order to hide this, the compliments are exaggerated even more.

‘After all, this is what people are like.’

Heo Dojin knows.

Since they are the Sect Leader in the Ten Great Sect, everyone praises him, but these people are also human after all. High status does not necessarily mean high standards, nor does it mean the truth.

They are just a little stronger and a little more intelligent, so they have taken the position of Sect Leader. Or the rank was high.

“The result was a little different from what I expected. Bangjang’s head must be quite complicated .”

“That’s right.”

Heo Dojin glanced at Bop Jeong.

Sure enough, the old monk’s face was hardened to the point that he could not be more miserable than this.

‘It’s only natural.’

It would have been better not to make it to the finals.

Rather than losing to Mount Hua in the final where all Kangho’s people are paying attention.

All the glory Shaolin prepared to give Hye Yeon will belong to Mount Hua and Mount Hua Divine Dragon. They have to put out more as much as they’ve worked hard on it.

Besides…

‘This will also shake the power of Murim.’

Having the world’s strongest rising star is not a small thing at all.

In addition, Mount Hua proved that the rising star of the main sect is the best in the world. This victory will be a testament to proof.

What will happen to the sect that possesses the best rising star in the world and the strongest rising star of the time in the future?

Even those who are here right now must be thinking about how to attach a rope to Mount Hua. If this snowball rolls steeply, maybe…….

‘The order of Kangho, represented by the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family, may collapse.’

And this may be the price of the sin committed by the Ten Great Sect.

Had Mount Hua belonged to the Ten Great Sect until this moment, the outcome of this Murim Competition would have been just a matter of fluctuating ranks within the Ten Great Sect.

But now, Mount Hua is not of Ten Great Sect, and one sect has to be kicked out to attract Mount Hua back.

Who would want that?

Shaolin, who pushed back and gave the initiative to Mount Hua?

Heo Dojin stared at Bop Jeong with a subtle smile.

‘Bangjang, I can’t imagine how upset he is now.’

Bop Jeong’s fist, hidden in the hem of the yellow robe, was squeezed to the point of bleeding.

Seeing Chung Myung with his sword pointed at Hye Yeon’s neck was unbelievable.

‘How am I supposed to deal with this? Amitabha.’

Everyone gathered here clearly saw Shaolin’s pride broken. Words run a thousand miles without a break. Today’s incident will spread to the world in a flash on everyone’s lips.

Bop Jeong crumpled its face and tried to bite his lips, but tried to change his expression.

‘I have to show some composure.’

If he can show composure despite their defeat, people worldwide will believe that Shaolin still has power.

For those who are ready to believe that Shaolin is strong, it is enough to just give them a chance.

Bop Jeong slowly loosened his white fist.

What he has to do now is very simple.

To praise that Mount Hua Divine Dragon.

Even losers have dignity that they must protect as losers.

By acknowledging Chung Myung’s existence and elevating his status, the winner will have legitimacy and Shaolin’s dignity, which simply admitted defeat, will be kept.

Bop Jeong slowly rose from his seat.

‘First of all, declare the victory of Mount Hua Divine Dragon and admit defeat.’

It will take more time since the plan went wrong, but if he can manage it well, the day will come when Shaolin’s power will be demonstrated to the world.

“This match is……….”

It was the moment when Bop Jeong was about to declare Chung Myung’s victory.

Sruk.

Chung Myung recovered his sword and turned away.

Bop Jeong’s mouth shut awkwardly.

It doesn’t look good to declare victory to someone who is walking away.

Only when he stops will the voice announcing the winner gain strength.

After retreating, Chung Myung looked around him, picked up the scabbard that had fallen on the ground, and pushed the sword in.

Sreureuk.

Then, he put the sword on his side and reorganized the uniform.

Bop Jeong nodded heavily.

‘Still, you are a disciple of Mount Hua.’

Although his words and actions are rough, he seems to know how to finish a fair fight.

Bop Jeong’s thinking was not wrong, and Chung Myung, who had refined his attire, straightened his posture. And he put his hands together.

Now, after reaching out his hand and taking a greeting posture, Bop Jeong can declare Chung Myung’s victory.

Chung Myung will take all the glory for the time being, but one day…….

It was that moment.

‘Hm?’

Chung Myung, with both hands put together, glanced at Bop Jeong.

Actually, it’s not strange behavior. No, even before that, Mount Hua Divine Dragon seemed to be conscious of Bop Jeong throughout the match.

Nevertheless, Bop Jeong was perplexed at the moment because of the slightly slanted smile on Chung Myung’s mouth.

‘Smile?’

Of course, it’s not strange to smile.

It is even stranger not to smile because it is the moment when the victory of Murim Competition is confirmed.

But that smile is strangely disturbing Bop Jeong.

Chung Myung and Bop Jeong once again met eye to eye.

As soon as he saw Chung Myung’s eyes drawing subtle arcs, Bop Jeong’s heart sank.

‘No!’

Bop Jeong doesn’t know exactly what he’s trying to do, but he was sure the bastard trying to get something done.

Bop Jeong tried to scream as if having a seizure with the determination that he could not see what will happen.

But even before his mouth was open, Chung Myung reached out his hands and shouted loudly at Hye Yeon.

“Mount Hua’s Chung Myung knows he’s not good enough and yield this match.”

Bop Jeong’s body hardened like a stone on the spot.

Hye Yeon, who had recovered some strength, looked blankly at Chung Myung as if he didn’t understand the situation.

Silence.

A stillness that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard fell over the entire Shaolin.

And…….

Tok.

Baek Chun reached out and covered his face with his hand.

“…he has done it.”

Then Yoo Iseol, next to him, muttered in a small voice.

“Punk.”

Yoon Jong and Jo Gol couldn’t say anything with wide open mouths.

Baek Sang, who was looking at the stage from behind, laughed in despair.

“Hahahaha……. It should be enough to be called insane… You madman.”

Mount Hua’s disciples were also shocked, but not comparable to Bop Jeong’s.

His eyes were bloodshot.

An incredibly wild roar erupted from the mouth of Shaolin Bangjang.

“Wha- What are you talking about? I can’t believe you gave up!”

“It’s just as it is. I’m giving up.”

Chung Myung picked his ears. Then he blew his finger with his mouth and said in a soulless voice.

“Congratulations. The winner is Shaolin.”

“This…….”

Bop Jeong trembled all over as if he was going to pass at any moment.

The bloodless face and the body that can’t stop twitching. And his bloodshot eyes, which were dyed red with the blood vessels bursting from the power he gave, clearly revealed how much wrath he was engulfed in now.

‘Tha- That Hell’s To-Be resident…….’

‘I can’t believe he gave up.’

‘Does that make sense?!’

It is impossible not to know who won unless there is a hole in the eye. And of course, the people gathered here didn’t have an empty hole as their eyes.

But he wins everything and then gives up?

Is there a situation in the world where the winner becomes more ridiculous than this?

“This, this… this!”

Shaolin will become a laughing stock for the world if this fact spreads.

“This……!”

Bop Jeong’s body, which was about to roar, suddenly stiffened.

“Bangjang!”

“Bangjang! Get a hold of yourself, Bangjang!”

“Uwaeek!”

Bop Jeong eventually threw up blood on the ground as if his stomach was twisted. The shocked Shaolin’s disciples rushed and gathered around him.

Chung Myung grinned at the sight.

“Such a weirdo. Why are you throwing up blood all of a sudden?”

And after looking at Hye Yeon and Bop Jeong once, he turned around without hesitation.

Baseless courage?

Maybe.

But this isn’t just an act of shaming Shaolin.

‘I don’t need this.’

Shaolin prepared this competition from beginning to end.

The honor of the winner of this competition is also gained because Shaolin is the one who organizes it.

But now, are they telling Mount Hua to eat the glory that Shaolin gives them?

‘That’s ridiculous.’

No matter what good things are in the world, he doesn’t need anything from Shaolin.

Accepting the honor given by Shaolin is tantamount to conforming to the current Kangho, which is represented by Ten Great Sect and Great Five Family.

Chung Myung had no intention of going that route any longer.

“Mount Hua goes on its way.”

Of course it won’t be easy.

Maybe it’s a tougher path than he has ever been.

But.

Chung Myung’s eyes turned to Mount Hua’s disciples staring blankly at him.

‘Well, it’s not impossible?’

‘Right?’

‘Cheon Mun Sahyung?’

– You little punk!

‘I knew you would curse me.’

‘Ei.’

Chung Myung grinned and walked over to Mount Hua’s disciples who were waiting for him.

– Good job.

Chung Myung’s eyes turned to the high sky.

A particularly blue sky without a single cloud looked down on him.

Smiling at the sky, Chung Myung jumped into Mount Hua’s disciples as if running.

Murim Competition.

The winner of the competition went to Shaolin, as everyone initially expected.

Only.

The ripple effect of the competition began to flow in a completely different direction.